Friday, July 15, 2016
A Morning With My Muse Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Between unconsciousness and waking,
While night birds sing late lullabies,
Stars turn to sleeping in their beds
And morning summons greying skies.
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7/29/2025 12:04:20 PM # 1.0.0
The poem has a lot going for it. Your sense of rhythm is impeccable. The word painting glorious and the problem you address is common to us all. I have one poem which has been in that half formed stage for months. It sits on top of my Current Work Word file glaring at me like a Gargoyle! I manage to skip over it but one day it'll bite me. Maybe I could borrow Calliope, if you could spare her for a while!